If it can be established that he intentionally rammed you, the rental company’s insurance company can deny liability for damages to your bike. (this is virtually impossible for rear end collisions even with independant witnesses).
What’s the status of your claim?
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I haven’t made a claim. No one would see any damage if they looked at my bike now. I am lucky that I hadn’t gotten a fender eliminator kit for my bike yet. The part that was hit is the part most motorcycle (sportsbike) riders have removed to slim the look of the bike. I just hadn’t had time to get mine done yet. That means anything that was hit was going to be removed later…plus, it wasn’t visibly damaged anyway.
I’m driving home from the video store with my son, on neighborhood streets. I slow down for a car, he’s pulling over to a dog trotting on the side of the road. I look in the rear veiw to see the guy coming right up on my ass.
Of course I think he didn’t notice my slowing and was caught off guard. Wrong. I swing past the guy pulling over and the clown gets right back on my tail. So, I pull over to let him pass. He goes by, then pulls into his driveway, only about a block from my house. We’re neighbors.
He’s an asshole, but unfortunately, to some degree, I suffer the same affliction and can’t help but pull in behind him. I yell out my window “Excuse me, excuse me. Yoohoo. I’m sorry, did I cut you off or something?”
He gets out of his car and makes his way over and says “well, I thought so”. I asked him what I did because I was “completely unaware”. He won’t tell me! I ask “was it back in the video parking lot?” He still won’t say.
My conclusion is he was just pissed because I slowed down for the guy pulling over for his dog. This is what it’s comming too.
BTW. The whole story is true except for one “excuse me” and the “yoohoo”. Those were embellishments for comic effect.
I forgot about one story from many years ago. I was on a sales call with a colleague in BF North Carolina. We were in a fleet car (Chevy Lumina) which was the same as what a lot of police vehicles were back then.
We were driving along a country road and this car comes up behind us, right on our asses, flashing the lights, etc. The car comes flying around us at a stop sign, squealing the tires and drives off. The guy I’m with hands me a plastic sheriff’s star that his kid left in the backseat and then he floors it so we catch up at a stop sign.
He pulls into the oncoming lane, alongside the car so that I’m a few feet away from this girl. I held up the badge, using my black wallet as a backdrop and this girl’s face went completely white. My buddy starts telling her she better straighten out her driving and slow down.
The girl just stuttered out a bunch of indistinguishable syllables and says she’s really sorry. Then she drove away and left us there laughing our asses off.